The View From My Window, As Seen Through The Fly Screen.

The world is broken

Into tiny squares

Each one barely 2mm across

The sky makes up the

Majority of this jigsaw

But the grass and trees

Aren't far behind.

Tiny swallows dip

From square to square

Flirting first with a fragment

Of sky, now

With a chip of concrete.

Down below a bus lets out

A feral howl

As it comes to a sudden stop.

A moment of quiet,

The road is clear

Then

Like water from a tap

Cars, taxis, vans

Burst forth

With a bombardment

Of honking.

Such is the view from my window